The Rune Stone
A tear welled up in Terje's eyes as he recited the magical incantation that he now had memorized. The professor of archaeology at the Royal Frederick University knew that he would never see again creatures as friendly, or as beautiful as the Light Elves, but he also was fully aware that he could not stay in a world that he did not belong. When the flash of light subsided, and his eyes acclimated to the next world the Gods wished him to see, he had to admit to himself that he might have been premature in his assessment of Ljosalfheim as the most wonderful place in the universe. For before him, in a garden filled with huge beautiful flowers, stood the most beautiful female he had ever seen.
But was it a woman ? Or was she merely a vision of a fantasy that his mind had imagined into reality ? The female that stood in front of him had perfectly groomed hair. Blonde, it was braided around her head, but fell on the sides, and back, well down to her hips. Her face was perfect ! It was heart shaped, and set with eyes as blue as the Vanir sky. Her moist lips were full, and seemed to pout slightly, despite her perfect smile. The woman's neck was perfectly formed, without a blemish or wrinkle, and it gently sloped off on both sides to shoulders that were as perfect as a mountain top after new snow had fallen upon it. And her breasts ! Terje had never seen such large and perfectly shaped.....
Bente cleared her throat to gain the professors attention.
" You are being rude professor ! " she informed Terje coldly.
Terje continued to ignore his student.
" Hmm,... what ? " he asked, not caring if he received an answer.
Benta shook her head and looked down in disgust at the perfectly groomed grass. It was then that she noticed the bulge in the professor's pants.
" Professor Terje ?! " she cried out in a shocked tone.
" Do not be angry with him. I have only met a few humans in my long life, but if Gods, Dwarves, Jotuns and Elves cannot control themselves before me, then how can I expect a weak willed human to be any better ? " she asked without expecting a reply.
Before continuing Freyja scolded the human.
" My eyes are up here little man ! " she reminded Terje.
Terje's eyes were bulging out of his head as he forced himself to look only into the Vanir Goddesses' eyes.
"Oh,....ahh,... sorry ! " he finally managed as his libido relaxed slightly.
" In Svartalfheim you asked,.... ' Bente ',.... why this is happening. Well, I will tell you why. It is because we Gods and Goddesses are a vain lot. We need,... NO !,... we expect to be loved, revered, and honored in rituals, and with sacrifices, by the children we give life to, and by those for which we provide an afterlife. And you, my learned friend, have been chosen to help resurrect the old religion that once honored us, and you will do it through your archaeological work. " she explained to the human in no uncertain terms.
Terje thought for a moment before asking.
" But will my people listen ? " he asked.
Freyja shook her head.
" First of all my eyes are still up here ! But to answer your question, I would have to say that they will not agree with you at first. But, if you keep the Gods of Germania, and Scandinavia, in full public view they will slowly lean towards the old faith once again. Not all of course ! Many will stay with their Christian God and his son, but we Asgardians and Vanir do not want them to honor us anyway ! " she explained to him.
Terje shrugged his shoulders apologetically.
" I am sorry ! It is hard not to look upon your great beauty. " he told her.
Then he quickly added :
" I am greatly honored that you have chosen me to help bring back the old religion to our people, but you must know that it might take a hundred years or more to take hold once again. " he told the Goddess.
" It will take much less than that. An Icelandic man of great strength, and with an iron faith, will prove to be the catalyst for our return. But it is not good for you to know too much of the future before you have a chance to affect it. " she told the human.
Freyja turned and pointed off into the distance.
" Would you like to see Vanaheim ? " the Goddess asked.
Terje's eyes lit up like the sun when he heard the offer !
" Very much so ! I am a little thirsty though. We did a lot of dancing in Ljosalfheim. " he told Freyja.
Freyja smiled and nodded.
" What would you like to drink ? " Freyja asked.
Terje licked his lips.
" I would very much like a drink of Akvavit ! " he replied.
Suddenly, as if out of thin air, a crystal glass appeared in his hand. Surprised by it's appearance,Terje grinned from ear to ear before he slowly placed it to his lips and took a drink.
" Oh, my ! That is so good !! " he told the Queen of Seidr.
" This is Vanaheim. All you need do is ask, and it is yours. " she informed the human.
Bente raised her hand into the air.
" I would like a tall horn of mead. " she said in a low tone.
Her request was immediately fulfilled.
Freyja waved her hand for them to follow .
" Come with me and I will show you the baths. " she told them.
As Terje followed Freyja he kept having to remind himself to look at the spectacular scenery, or the marble buildings. For the Goddess of beauty was as alluring to gaze upon from behind as she was from the front. Her long sexy legs popped out of the slits in the side of her dress with every step, and her hips shifted from side to side with a fluid motion that made him more intoxicated than the Akvavit that he ordered almost as fast as he could drink . When they reached the baths, however, the professor was met with another big surprise that woke him out of his drunken stupor !
The baths were absolutely tremendous. Huge columns of marble rose up into the clear blue sky. These were covered by a golden roof, which kept the hot sun off of the Vanir Gods' fair skin. Curved white marble benches ran all the way around the massive bath, where golden steps descended into the perfectly clear water.
Most of the other details were lost to Terje when he realized that everyone was quite naked ! When Freyja turned around to explain how the baths worked Terje's face was beet red with embarrassment.
Freyja shook her head and giggled.
" You humans think that the naked form is naughty. Something that has to be covered, and turned into a " forbidden fruit " ,.. to quote the uptight Christians who have imposed their standards on your world. Here in Vanaheim we see our nakedness as a normal part of our existence, and are in no way ashamed of it . " she explained.
Embarrassed to the point of humiliation, Terje thought long and hard until he came up with a question to ask her not of a sexual nature.
" The Eddas only mention a few of the Vanir. Why is that when apparently there are so many of you ? " he asked, feeling good that he had come up with a valid question.
" We here in Vanaheim have no names ! " she replied.
Taken aback by the answer Terje could not help but frown before he responded.
" But you are Freyja,... and your brother is Freyr,... and Njordr is your father. And there is Gullveig too ! " he reminded her.
Freyja shook her head.
" Yes ! Those of us who have had interactions with the Asgardians have chosen names so that they can distinguish us apart. But here in Vanaheim there is no need. We know each other very well here. " she explained pointing to the baths.
As Terje turned his eyes to the baths he noticed that many of the Vanir looked very much alike. Perfect in almost every way, it was hard to distinguish one from the other. It was while he was examining the Vanir around the baths that he noticed that many of them were engaged in various forms of sexual activities. Thinking of Bente's honor, along with his own growing embarrassment, the professor softly chanted the incantation and in a flash they were whisked away.
Freyja stood all alone on the edge of the marble baths, with her hands on her hips, and shaking her head from side to side with disgust.
" What is it with these humans and sex ? " she asked herself before disrobing and entering the refreshing water.
- End Chapter 10
- Next : Chapter 11 : Asgard : The Golden Realm
- Glenn Bergen, ( Ravensheart ), © Copyright, 2017.